With the recent mandates to stay at home and maintain social distancing, you may be wondering what the Coronavirus pandemic means for your sex lives. Here are the answers to some of the questions you may have regarding sex and COVID-19.*
Is COVID-19 sexually transmissible?
There hasn’t been evidence that COVID-19 can be transmitted via intercourse. It’s primarily spread through respiratory droplets. Touching contaminated surfaces is believed to be the secondary mode of transmission. However, it’s common for couples to kiss during sex. So since the virus can be transmitted via saliva, if either of you is experiencing symptoms, you should steer clear of each other as much as possible – unless you’re planning on wearing a mask during sex.
Is it safe to have sex during the coronavirus outbreak?
If you’re married or live with a regular sexual partner and you don’t have any symptoms or likely exposure, then you have the green light. Since you should be staying home anyway, sex is a great way to have fun, stay connected and relieve anxiety during this potentially stressful time. However if one of you is displaying symptoms of coronavirus then you should maintain your social-distancing and isolate, even within your home.
What if we don’t live in the same house?
Then stay home. Drop off groceries, supplies, or meds to your sweetie if necessary and keep it moving – no matter how hot he or she looks in those flannel working-from-home pajamas. If you choose to stay for a little nookie, know that you could potentially be putting yourself, your partner or others at risk.
Best bet is to video chat.** Try a little video sex or phone sex. Send steamy emails.** Take turns reading a scene from a steamy novel*** or make up a sexy story together.
What about new partners?
Right now we’re encouraged to stay home as much as possible and only interact with people for things that are essential, like groceries or medicine. When we do, we’re to try to keep a physical distance of about 6 feet from other people. So now is not the time to start dating someone new or have sex with new partners.
*I’m not a doctor, don’t work for CDC or WHO and I’m not a sex expert. I’m a Romance author and I share what I know and what I find via research. Check these out:
**Play at your own risk. I’m no techie so I don’t know how safe it is to send graphic emails or be naked on camera doing happy-naughty-sexy-fun. If you feel comfortable doing it and trust that these won’t end up in the wrong hands or before the wrong eyes, or you’re confident you’ll never run for public office or enter the Miss Universe pageant, then go for it.
“You sound like some religious, holier-than-thou, curb-your-sexual-appetite, know-it-all.” Layla picked up her overnight bag and began grabbing her belongings.
“I’m not speaking from a religious point of view. I’m speaking as an officer in the Navy.”
“Whatever.” She stuffed items into her bag.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re an officer in the Navy. Figure it out.” She stomped to the door.
“You can’t leave now. It’s late and you’ve had a lot to drink.” In a few long strides, I was behind her.
“I can do whatever I damn well please.” She reached for the knob and pulled the door open, but I threw my hand onto the cool steel and slammed it shut. “You’re not driving. Not at this hour.”
“You don’t outrank me in our relationship, Ethan. You can’t tell me what to do.” Indignation soaked her words.
“Actually, I can.”
“What, you’re pulling rank?”
I tried to maintain composure. “This is not about rank. This is about safety. You’re acting out of emotion and behaving irresponsibly—”
“So now I’m irresponsible? Don’t treat me like a child!”
“Then don’t act like one!”
The sting of her hand striking my face caught me by surprise. “You gonna write me up for that, Lieutenant?”
“Not this time.” I wiped the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. Whether they were tears of anger or pain, it hurt me to see them, especially since I’d caused them.
She leaned her face into the palm of my hand, and the familiar heat flowed through me. I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to make love to her. But I also wanted to get away, so I wouldn’t be tempted to taste her. All my talk of being strong fell flat, however. I was weak.
At the same moment I gave in to my desire, she claimed it. She kissed me so soft and sweet, I could swear that I was floating, flying, drowning. She was mine, and I loved her.
I returned her kiss with all the passion I had, but it was mixed with pain. Aching, searing agony—it was ripping me apart. Being in her arms was the only thing holding me together. Fuck being strong. I lifted her, carried her to the bed, and lay her down gently. After peeling off our clothes, I lost myself in her sweetness. I sank deeper as if I was melting into her and a throaty moan escaped. “Shit, Layla. You feel like Heaven.”
In a desperate attempt to extinguish my sorrow and hers with each bittersweet thrust, I clung to her tightly. She returned the act of desperation. Her silky heat surrounded me, causing the most exquisite pleasure to consume my body. She ground her softness into my hardness matching my rhythm as if trying to become one physically with me. Her slow, rhythmic undulations milked and squeezed repeatedly, until every fiber of my being ached for release.
Heavy breathing and melodic sighs echoed around us, increasing in fervor with each desperate stroke.
“Right there, Baby. Right there.” Her eyes locked on mine as her body tensed and she clutched me tightly. Her muscles contracted around me, and sweet moans became loud cries. I thrust even deeper, grunting between clenched teeth. “Oh, God.” My pace increased, and with each stroke, I pushed deeper, rocking, grinding my hips. I couldn’t get enough. Drenched in her sweetness, I fucked her with a frenzy meant to purge the pain and sorrow that consumed me. Agony and pleasure coexisted as wave after wave tore through my body. With uncontrollable grunts and groans, I whispered her name as I resolved to let her go. Read more!
Real-life Military Romance
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